The Streets' modest length keeps speeds low, and it allowed me to experience something that I couldn't on the fast track's broad, sweeping turns. I got to challenge the R1M's wheelie control. Chugging along in first gear on the front straight, I pinned the throttle and held on. Tightly. That thoroughbred 999cc engine screamed back at me with glee, and we were off. Literally because the front wheel lifted off the ground ever so slightly, and I watched in awe as the tach's slide-bar needle shot quickly to the right. Eleven grand went by in a flash, and then like an explosion, the bike surged even quicker toward the end of the straight, the engine desperately seeking 14,000 rpm. The quickshift function helped me find second gear as if I'd been riding this bike all my life, and again the front wheel sought higher ground than what the track offered. This was cool, reminding me of my experience on Lawson's wickedly fast YZR500 two-stroke V-4 at Riverside (when Ari and Zack were still in diapers). During that ride I purposely held back on the exit of turn six so I could loft the front wheel, using the bike's awesome power to propel it skyward. But the only thing between maintaining that wheelie and looping the bike was my disciplined hand. I wrote in my account for Cycle Guide about that moment: "Gawd, what an experience. It wasn't violent, nor did the fork lazily loft itself. It just went skyward, the bike never waddling or getting out of control." Ditto those words for the R1M today.